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The light-rays

Seem are not to aggravate the lines

On his still brow, so ’tis like now

As he tries his light-way back.

Envoked to face the old dream’s wrack.

Within the Rumours House, frank,

He steps, in corridors of Lie.

Those specks of crystal life guides

Him to th’ rooms of other-side Crime;

With manner of the dead he comes,

In manner of a gone-bye stays

There by the frame of glass —

Infernal entrance. – Sweet diable waits,

Envoker of the burned tails:

Intrigue – pristess of ache’n shame —

She ought to do him welcome.

In her service, that a sacrifice

To make for him, to animate

His vague self. – Abandoned Shade!

Be fed thou by a sacred essence

From the most luxuriant Hell!

And can’t thou see these gazing Sins?

Not of the most devoted they

Are seen and bloodsome to be yours?!

Have a liquid life from them, be-shared:

One fear relatives they[77 - Here, in this part of a poem, I’m bringing the drops of archi-Hellenic knowledge about that mystical ritual called the «envoking the shade».

Homer, in his «Odyssey», explains it perfectly in the Songs 10—11. There, exactly, are the words about the giving blood to a shade; and that image, symbolically, I’ve used in my allegoric lines. (As we remember, Shelley himself, too, in his poems, quite often used to send his reader to a sacred meaning of the «blood and blood-sharing», whether it be in social or sexually-mystical context of his poetic works. )]. —

A sad guest. He sees around her

The sights of lunarcraft there —

Depraved Gossips ’bout a «lost face»

Has their fun, and, ’tlike some Mass on,

The naive and sensitive in their will.

The loves too sweet are to be killed, —

They laughing?… – «Dear murderer,

You gibbet’s libertine, kids’ knot!

Are you proud not? We yours, yours!»

They’re giving their life-drops; phrase;

And as he yet can’t tell his Fate,

She pours some magic upon glass; —

There, in Diaboli’s circle dark[78 - I’m using the word «diaboli» here in proper Hellenic meaning of it, what means «columny» or, other way too, simply the «judging».

],

O’er the border of reflected Doubt,

He realize… he stands himself,

His awkward figure, and his face,

As if from ashy rhyme arisen,

Alien to them.